Hey there Bloggolotticans. The not-so-secret secret that I’m publishing my third novel in the Spectras Arise trilogy imminently (like July 21st, to be imminently exact) is sort of out. I’m putting together the final threads like now, and today is all about taglines. Funnily enough, I had a conversation with a fellow Twitterling yesterday about how taglines are sometimes rather difficult to come up with. Because thousands of brains are better (or at the least, more entertaining) than one, I thought I’d throw out some ideas for taglines and get your thoughts on them.
Here’s the blurb for my new release, Contract of War.
In the aftermath of a system-wide war between the Admin and Corp Loyalists and the non-citizen population of the Algols, everything once resembling order has been leveled. Scattered enclaves of survivors dot the worlds, living, however they can, in snarled lawlessness. Aly Erikson and her crew have carved out a niche of relative peace, doing their best to go on with their lives through salvaging, scavenging, and stealing. But with no force left to keep the lid on the pot, the pressures of chaos and discord soon cause conflicts to boil over. As enemies close in from all directions, even, sometimes, from within, the crew once again must fight—not just for survival, not just for their way of life, but this time for a future that can finally lay to rest the system’s bloody and savage past.
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Given that, what are your thoughts on any of these taglines? Post comments below, and trust me, I know many of them are seriously cheese-puff. This is what happens when the brain is set to a task too early in the morning. I’m just hoping a couple of them will resonate. Cheers and thanks!
At the banquet of war, tyranny feasts on power.
When the fight is over, tyranny feasts on leftover scraps of power.
The monster of tyranny feasts on power.
In war, the weeds of tyranny choke the gardens of peace.
Tyranny thrives where peace withers.
Power is war’s feast.
Power feasts at war’s table.
The cannibals of power feast at war’s table.
Tyranny feasts at the table of power.
Tyranny gorges at the table of power.
Tyranny gorges at the banquet of power.
The cannibal of tyranny gorges at the banquet of power.
Unification and tyranny. Sometimes the difference isn’t clear.
Power is the cannibal of war.
War is the cannibal of power.
After war, power cannibalizes itself.
(After re-reading these, I’m noting I may have some kind of obsession with cannibalism. Ravenous is one of my all-time favorite films, after all. Don’t judge.)
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